I feel overwhelmed. I don't know how to detach from everything that keeps coming at me. I want to do a thousand things, but I can't even do one. I feel like I'm terrible at everything. I know I'm terrible at many things, but for sure, I'm not terrible at everything. I know that. So why do I keep feeling like I'm not good enough? Like I'm not enough? What does being enough even mean? This is nonsense. I feel stupid for feeling this way. I am not even sure that this is what I am feeling. Why do I even feel? I wish I could just shut off my feelings for once. I am procrastinating work. I don't hate myself. I keep patting myself on the back and telling myself, see how far you have come. I'm proud of myself. Nothing seems especially hard about the journey I have come so far. But it was. It was for me. I know how hard it was for me to do even some of the simplest stuff. Yet I have done them. Yet I've showed up every day even though I felt terrible. I don't hate myself. But I hate being stuck on the same issues over and over again. But it's alright. It's alright if I am not who I thought I was. It's okay that I am just me. Why do I keep asking myself for the things I cannot do? This is so childish. This is nonsense. I don't even know what this means or what I am doing. Am I doing anything?